the grand master of glower
Iceland's resident eccentric sat down at the next table while we were finishing up a Thai meal out the other night. Before that happened, the big excitement was that the order taker mistakenly rang up 22,100 krónur on E's debit card (around $300 too much) and then proceeded to pay her back in cash. But then Fischer loped over to the next table and sat down. ("I think that's Bobby Fischer," I thought, "and I've been searching for him for years!") He's a big man, over 6 feet tall with a shock of white hair and an ever-present baseball hat. I glanced at him a couple of times to see if it was him, but did this one too many times, as he caught my eye and glowered at me. And nobody's mastered the glower quite like Bobby!